When I had my art gallery I had a minor reputation for putting on the shit most others wouldn’t touch, usually with good reason. Yet there was definitely a pleasure in actually being in the room as the absurdity unfolded. There was one performance where the artist had co-opted her friends into participating.

One of the friends was so freaked out by what she had done she downed half a bottle of vodka when she came off stage and had to be carried out on a stretcher.

To this day I have absolutely no idea what it was about, but it left an impression nonetheless.